Something Wonderful

Where Go the Boats?

Dark Brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castle of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating —
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.

Robert Louis Stevenson, from
A Child’s Garden of Verses

About karinwritesdangerously

I am a writer and this is a motivational blog designed to help both writers and aspiring writers to push to the next level. Key themes are peak performance, passion, overcoming writing roadblocks, juicing up your creativity, and the joys of writing.
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